Mistakes (Jeff the Killer X OC)

We Make Peace?

~~~Astrid's POV~~~

After an uneventful and dreamless sleep, I woke up to the sun shining through the window and blinding me completely.  I turned away from the window and faced the wall, waiting for my vision to adjust.

Just as the bright spots in my vision began to fade away, I remembered the events of the previous night.

I had woken up, Jeff was having nightmares so I woke him up, he had been about to kill me, then I left the mansion and...  No.  I never left the mansion.  I narrowed my eyes, trying to remember what happened. 

Did I pass out?

Probably.

Slowly, I turned around and glanced at Jeff's bed.  It surprised me to see it vacant.  He was nowhere to be seen.

I didn't give it much thought as I looked at the wardrobe.  Slenderman had provided clothing to me, and he had told me that I would find more inside the wardrobe.  He also warned me to stay out of Jeff's side of it.

I walked over and opened the left door.  Inside, I found underwear, jeans, a few black shirts and my favorite red hoodie.  I was fairly sure that my hoodie was supposed to have a bullet hole in the back, but upon inspecting it, I found nothing.  Maybe Slenderman found one that was identical.

I grabbed a set of clothes and left for the bathroom.  There, I showered again as best as I could without getting the bandages too wet.  I was trying to push my raging thoughts away.  Finally, they retreated, leaving me with a strange sense of peace.

After I was finished, I walked back into my room, only to find Jeff, sitting on his bed, tugging at the bandages around his torso.  Upon hearing me enter, he glanced up at me.  He didn't say anything as he looked back down at the bandages.

"

You should get EJ to change them."  I said quietly, turning to my bed.  I was half expecting him to yell at me or something, but he merely sighed.

"He's out on a mission, I don't know when he'll be back."  Jeff replied.  Surprised that he wasn't biting my head off, I turned towards him.  I noticed that there were new clean bandages on the bed beside him.  He planned to change them all by himself.

That was going to be a real pain.

I put my stuff down on my bed and approached him tentatively.  I took a sharp intake of breath as I crossed into his side of the room.  He just eyed me warily.

"What are you doing?"  He asked suspiciously. 

"If I offer to help you'll be to stubborn to accept, so I'm not asking."  I said boldly, not knowing where I got the confidence from.  This was the same man that almost killed me last night.

He didn't argue, so together, we got around to changing his bandages. 

Upon taking the old ones off, I couldn't help but gawk at all the wounds riddling his body.

"Oh my God, Jeff..."  I mumbled, staring at the wounds that would surely scar.  He didn't say anything.  I snapped out of my daze and quickly cleaned up the skin around the wounds.  After I was done, I grabbed the clean bandage and got to work.

Just as I was finishing, he put a hand on my shoulder.  I looked up at him in surprise and came to realize that he was staring at my bandage.  The one from the cut he gave me.

"I'm sorry."  He said, his eyes slowly moving until they met my own.  "I never thanked you for saving me.  And I'm sorry for being a dick, I just...  It's just so much easier to hate you instead of..."  He waved around vaguely.  "This."

I finished patching him up and smiled.  The whole apology thing was a surprise, but it was a welcome one at that.

"It's okay."  I said, surprising myself as I did so.  "Don't worry about it."

He didn't seem convinced with my forgiveness.  Maybe he thought I was lying or being sarcastic.

"R-really?"  He asked quietly, his tone full of disbelief.

"Jeff."  I started, grabbing his hand that was on my shoulder and holding it on my own.  "It's okay.  I've met my fair share of assholes, you're hardly the worst.  Plus, you apologized.  How can I not accept the apology?"

"Did you just...  Did you just call me an asshole?"  He asked.  I laughed and let go of his arm. 

"I sure did.  Now, I'm starving.  And..."  I stopped and looked at my bed.

"And what?"  Jeff asked. 

"Hey, can you do me a favor?"  I asked, turning back to him. 

"Depends.  What is it?"  He stood up from the bed.

"There are some things I'd like to retrieve from my house.  Can you take me there?"